The Porcelain Queen

Astrid

The dress is alabaster white. I know this because both Mrs. Trudy and Princess Elena told me. I would be wearing alabaster white.

Now, I am wearing alabaster white.

My mother hovers over me, tears streaking down her cheeks, resplendent in a gown of her own, tailor-made for her. She isn’t ill anymore, now that Lorcan is mayor and people in Miretown are eating. Still, the way she was staring